Pt 3 chapter 86

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King Lucien's hand fisted tighter. He fixed the old man with his eyes, "Are we done here, Sonma. I need to be somewhere else."

"Oh, w-we're almost done, Your Highness."

The King glared at him.

Sonma swallowed tightly, "Gotta cast spells now, Your Highness. Need silence n' focus." He closed his eyes and tried his best to clear out his mind.

He got his silence as everywhere was suddenly as quiet as a tomb.

Long minutes passed.

Sonma opened his eyes, his brows knitted in a frown. Finally, he glanced at his visitor. He barely resisted the urge to cling.

The King looked...harder. His face was like it was carved out of stone, his eyes unreadable. His shoulders knotted with a strong emotion that can almost be interpreted as rage. So cold.

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